I used to check my phone
like it was a promise
one that might arrive
if I just waited long enough.
She filled the silence
between buzzes.
The name I searched for
when the screen lit up.
Three dots
meant everything
but no message more
than almost.
One day, I checked my phone
and didn’t look for her name
because the waiting
had quietly expired.
I don’t remember when it happened.
Only that it did.
Delivered.
Now, finally
a memory.